This is a song about "Ana the russian"

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

The more battles the better the flows

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.